This is the last song that I'll write, this is the song, this is the song
This hat is hung for good tonight, this is the song, this is the song
'Cause I should've known what I meant to say, in all those things I was tellin' you
And who needs so many melodies with their remedies that don't come anyway?
This is the last song that I'll write, this is the song, this is the song
I'd rather be with you tonight then work on this song, then write this song
But it's too late, a twisted fate of my own creation's returned to me
Now it's just me and this melody and its remedy that never comes
I once was proud of all the places I've been, the windy road so long and true
To this heart, homeless and bare til it finally arrived at you
Is this the last song that I'll write? Is this the song? Is this the song?
I'd rather be with you tonight then write this song, then write this song...